` ROWAN'S ARMY MEET ! (All Rowan Supporters)

[HEADMASTER PHEONIX JUDAI ROWAN]

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I DARE YOU TO TRY AND PUT ME UNDER

TRUST ME I AM ALREADY DEAD
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Folding up the copy of the Daily Prophet that had been dropped on his desk, Phoenix chuckled to himself, a smug grin settling on his face. The headlines read OUTBREAK: BEWARE. Below the large headline, three moving pictures had been placed, pictures of three very familiar faces. They were the images of his generals, Trix, Lyla, and Eris. The story, though it didn't give the real event any justice, was about how they had broken out of Azkaban, the wizard prison that was supposedly impossible to break out of. Of course, they suspected someone was involved in getting them out, but he was the last person that they would've suspected for such an event. To this very day, nobody knew he was behind the events that had caused the three ladies to be put in prison in the first. "Fools..." He muttered to himself.

Standing up from beneath his desk, Rowan stretched, strange noises even to his own ears emanated from his mouth. It was finally time for the first Army meeting. Those that supported his cause were about to meet in the north tower, a location chosen for the fact that it was easy for anyone not residing in the castle to fly in by broom. It was fast and untraceable, and almost everybody now-a-days owned one. It seemed like the best decision, and though he got plenty of complaints from a few followers, he held his ground.

Putting one foot in front of the other lazily, Phi opened the door to his office and walked down the spiral staircase that followed close behind him, leaving no way up to the office for anyone but him. Once the gargoyle at the bottom of the stairs had moved out of the way, he began wandering the hallways silently. He decided to make it look like he was performing a routine check up of the castle, making sure that no students were out of their beds past curfew. Of course, the only familiar faces he bumped into on his travels were fellow teachers, out on what they thought to be the same mission he was. Little did they know what he was planning.

Before long, Phoenix reached the utter most point of the castle. The north tower. As he waited for his followers, he began to mull over what was going to happen in the meeting. It was about time the world realised who was behind this entire operation, who it was that was going to wipe out the entire pureblooded community. Justice was on it's way, but it was going to be far from swift.

[lyla]

lyla, in her new freedom, spent her days plucking hairs from people along the streets of muggle london. a brunette here, a red head there, and even a boy with chin fuzz. she'd giggle and run off each time she plucked, into a nearby alley. in muggle london, she was free. she could lay out in the sun with hardly any worry - not that she was worried, really. the walls of azkaban obviously couldn't hold the loyal followers of pheonix judai rowan. during her free evening, lyla was working on a supply. a brew that would, in months, be a polyjuice potion and a supply of bottle hair. she assumed that if she ever needed to be quickly disguised, having such supply would come in handy.

this particularly evening, however, lyla found herself out of the alleys of muggle london and into diagon alley. she slipped herself into the wand shop first, claiming to be a student who'd lost their wand at the bottom of a lake while vacationing. she had worn a layer of lipstick and a hat that kept half of her face hidden. she was safe. the wand she had found to replace her original was not as familiar, but was just as powerful. she giggled in delight and tore off into the alley. with her new wand she shattered the glass of the broom shop and muttered a simple accio, which sent the display broom - the latest firebolt model - into her palm. off she went.

she moaned in delight and shouted to the sky as she flew. "lovely, lovely, lovely!" she called to the clouds and to the passing birds. she missed the wind rushing passed her, against her skin, and through her hair. she missed the smell that filled her nostrils when she flew, and the feel of flowing through a low cloud. by the time she was approaching hogwarts, she was nearly soaked from how many clouds she had flown herself through. she landed gracefully and swiftly through the open window of the north tower. she sighed in relief and leaned against the nearest solid wall. "oh, my, how i've missed flying. my, how i've missed freedom!" she removed her hat, and offered her leader, her savior one of her largest smiles and lowered her head in a bow. thank you.

[DARALIS 'ERIS' AMMON]

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YOU SHOULD PROBABLY JUST SHOOT ME IN THE HEAD RIGHT NOW

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OTHERWISE, I'M GOING TO KILL YOU ,[/COLOR][/FONT]
I'M SICK, REALLY SICK.[/COLOR][/FONT]

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Brooms were not her thing, and anyone who had seen her mount the thin piece of -obviously not very safe- wood would have noticed it in an instant. After circling the household cleaning supply with a suspicious look evident in her eye, for about ten minutes, she had finally decided there was nothing to it but to jump on and hope for the best. Of course she'd flown before, it was mandatory for all first years to learn how to at least whiz around the castle pitch on one, but that had been a long time ago, and Azkaban had hardly allowed its inmates to practice regularly in case after they escape they need to learn. Grumbling in a way that could not be ignored, though any logical person would realise there was no one around and so it wouldn't be heard, she draped herself over the broom, sitting sideways in a way that she had not been taught at school.

The tower wasn't far, at least she couldn't complain about that, but her wayward mind was caught many times in the process of eating up the distance. As lights shone in her eyes she imagined the years she was cheated out of that she should have spent tucked up in her bed down there, she would have graduated Hogwarts only a year or so before, and strangely missed it, after all her real home hadn't been much cop. Directing her mind and eyes towards the tower she saw two figures atop the structure and let out a slow sigh as she recognized them easily. Since she had been broken from her prison there had been many spells cast onto her mind, in attempts to repair the damage done to her in the time she had been there, but nothing could quite fix the jammed cogs and squeaking joints. There would always be something not quite right about Daralis Ammon, even if she could act the complete lady.

Hopping from the unsavory perch with a look of relief on her delicate features she dropped from the ledge that had been her landing space into the midst of the meeting. Throwing the other girl a grin and a nod that showed her obvious glee at the fact that they were both here, rid of the chains she rose to her feet. With a twist of her body she bowed in a slightly exaggerated way to the man who stood before her, commanding more attention than her fellow escapee. Speaking smoothly she gave a grateful smile Good evening Pheonix her voice was smooth and sounded perfectly eloquent to all.d.

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THREADING WITH ROWAN'S ARMY
YOU ARE WHERE AZKABAN.]
POST STATUS FINISHED
LYRIC CREDIT GREELEY ESTATES.
TEMPLATE CREDIT LIZZ SAY WERD ?!
NOTES LALALALA[/CENTER]

[TRIX LYRIC HOLLOWAY]

H O T A S A F E V E R & R A T T L I N G B O N E S
Y O U R S E X I S O N F I R E
C O N S U M E D W I T H W H A T ' S T O T R A N S P I R E

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The freedom of flying through the dark sky had been more exhilerating that Trix could earnestly explain. Her words were never quite twisted together well enough for many to understand her, perhaps one of the biggest reasons Eris was so close to her; the other woman knew of her speech all too well. Knew of the way her mind worked whilst the rest of the world considered a dangerous criminal; of course ... she was that as well. Sliding from the broom with ease Trix began glancing around London, toying with the idea of blowing up each itty bitty muggle that passed by. Rather than acting such a pleasant thought she followed the peculiar crowd she had appeared with. Her eyes studying Lyla's action of stealing muggle hairs from those that she passed. A condescending sneer curved onto Trix's lips as they continued to walk, her mind not grasping why this woman acted so ... there wasn't quite a word for how Trix would like to explain it.

Licking her lips anxiously Trix caught Eris's gaze, their expressions empty but their eyes giving off a vibe that no one else could possibly understand. As Eris glanced away to speak to their leader Trix found her fingernail with her razor like teeth, biting gently at the cuticle so as not to ruin the use of her violent nails. Whilst Eris spoke as if she'd been raised a lady Trix chuckled on the inside, knowing all too well the games that Eris could play. A tingle inside her chest brought her attention forth to the conversation, towards Pheonix Rowan, the man they all had followed almost blindly for years ... something she intended on doing for years to come as well. i knew you would not leave us there for long. Trix mused, her violent, desperate, and penetrating eyes finding her leader's. If there was one thing that Trix had always been aware of, it was the power her eyes had over those she stared at; something else she'd always been aware of? Leader Rowan was immune to many things, but the eyes of the women he employed? There were few things he would deny them, especially after the three served Azkaban time for him. Their loyalty to this man knew now bounds.

Finding Eris's eyes Trix finally spoke to the woman that she had been bickering with inside brick walls night and day for months. Well darling, it seems you are not nearly as mad as you were whilst locked in a box. her words were cruel in many ways and teasing in others. If one knew the story of Trix and Eris, this statement would not be near as strange as it sounded. Biting down on her lip for a moment a smile curved on her lips as blood began to trickle from the puncture wound created by her own tooth.

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STATUS // finished
TAGS // pheonix, rowan, and eris
WORDS // idk
LYRICS // sex on fire - kings of leon
CREDIT // this superfantastical template was made by ZOESTOLEYOURCAT of caution !